I came to Boracay expecting a postcard and found one, but only for about the first hour. White Beach really is that pale and that soft, and the sunsets really do stop the whole island. What surprised me was everything around the postcard: the old double-outrigger sailboats still working off the sand, the wind-beaten east coast where the kiteboarders live, the small coves you reach on foot, and the mainland of Aklan, with its weaving looms and its mangroves, an hour away.
Siargao, far to the south-east on the Pacific edge, is the other half of this page. It is slower, greener and rougher at the edges: surf, lagoons, rock pools and long roads through coconut palms. Both islands change fast, and so do their fees, rules and boat schedules, so treat everything here as a starting point and check locally before you go.

















